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Dear Chloe,
I’ve been trying to write this letter for weeks. Trying to find a way to put to words why I’ve been distant, why I haven’t been there when you’ve needed me. I still can’t find the words to tell you without you hating me, but I’m going to try.
I loved your dad like he was my own. And I feel so empty knowing he’s gone. And when I don’t feel empty, I feel like garbage. Because he wasn’t my father, he was yours, and how dare I claim to be hurt, when what you are feeling must be ten times worse.
Sorry I’m such a shitty friend.
Love you,
Max